Analisa hadn't been exaggerating when she told Cedric she'd been one of the lucky ones. Once it had been apparent that she wasn't sick, and wasn't injured, she'd done her best to be useful, so she could help those who needed it and also so she didn't have to dwell on what was happening.
Today, though... there wasn't much to do. People were getting better, it seemed, but Analisa had had a feeling of dread that something would go horribly wrong. She'd noticed the groups of people leaving the vault, but only some of them had come back. Cedric hadn't been one of them, and her worry multiplied when those she had been helping to nurse back to health had relapsed violently. She'd helped Narcissa and anyone else who was around try and settle them down, but nothing had worked.
And then, all of a sudden - everything had lifted, for lack of a better word.
Analisa had wanted tea. Usually it would be something she didn't even think about, but when there were no cooking options in an underground vault, she'd had to get creative. Thankfully, she'd cooked enough with magic by now to conjure some tea up, and was distributing it to those who needed it (everyone, pretty much). She'd set aside one for Cedric, hoping he'd come back soon.
When she'd seen his words in her book, she was relieved, and happy to offer any assistance she could. But when she saw him, limping over to her, still managing a smile, she sighed. "Oh, Cedric." The words left her mouth before she thought about it, and she was hugging him tightly before she realised it, regardless of what kind of things he was covered in. What kind of ordeal had he been through?
"You almost didn't make it," she replied lightly, as she picked up the mug and handed it over to him. Truth be told, she had charmed it to keep it warm for him. She looked him over and tsked softly. "Here, let me get that for you," she offered, pointing her wand at the leg with the limp. She'd learned a good number of healing spells in this past week alone.